004 ~*~ This way to progress!

[notsogreatwall]

Who: notsogreatwall plus artwithknives, hwamei, vertulpen, and housemates!
Where: 340 Brady Lane
When: 5/7, afternoon and on!
What: Meiling and her friends put the finishing touches on the new garden. Afterwards: dinner time~
Warnings: None so far!

Comments

[vertulpen]

[He does eventually make it. Being Saturday, he'd already spent a good amount of time in his own yard before heading over to Meiling's, pedaling leisurely.

Too bad his arm is still broken; riding a bike was one thing, but yardwork was tedious enough with two hands, let alone one. But his arm is still strapped tightly to his chest and side with the brace, and he's not supposed to move it for another few weeks.

He's still pretty useful though; the bike slows to s stop with Holland dragging his feet on the ground, long legs easily reaching. He calls out a greeting.]

Hei!

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling stops what she's doing and waves to-- ] Oh no! [ She rushes over to the fence, hands on it, leaning out. ] What happened!?

[vertulpen]

Uh-

[Damn.]

Bike riding.

[Which is half true. It sounds better than having it broken by a freakishly strong monster kid half his size.]

RIGHT JOURNAL THIS TIME

[notsogreatwall]

[ Either would be about as believable, to her. ] That's terrible. It's broken, right? [ She frowns at the heavy bracing. ] You should have called me! You don't have to help out, today, if you can't.

no worries XD

[vertulpen]

Ja, it is. And it wouldn't be polite if I didn't show.

[He might have wanted to see her again. Just a little bit, okay.]

[notsogreatwall]

That's different, since you have a reason! [ He gets a pout for that. ]

[vertulpen]

[Really cute. She could pout for him all day . . . ]

But I'm here now.

[notsogreatwall]

Well... [ She stands back, hands on her hips, and regards him. ] I won't turn you away. [ Pointing. ] But no hurting your arm, okay? I won't forgive you if you work too hard!

[vertulpen]

I'm not clumsy.

[Slight pout, right back at her.]

Well, not normally.

[What is a broken arm, really.]

[notsogreatwall]

Mm, still. Just be careful-- [ She opens the gate. ] --and let me put the bike away, alright?

[vertulpen]

You don't have to. It's not that bad.

[Don't be so impractical.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Meiling gestures with her hand, expectantly. ] Bike! [ No buts, mister. Her yard, her rules! ]

[vertulpen]

[Just a slight huff, quiet.]

If you have to.

[He hands it over.]

[notsogreatwall]

Good! [ She hoists it up onto her shoulder easily, and gestures for him to head into the yard. ] Take a look and see if there's anything that looks right up your alley. I'll be right back!

[ And she walks briskly on up to the porch to stow the bike for now. She doubts anyone would be stupid enough to steal it from the front in broad daylight, but while they were eating? No sense in taking any chances. ]

[vertulpen]

Thanks.

[He watches, a little amused, before going to the flower beds. Netherlands starts taking the pots and small bundles of plants and laying them out on the soil where he thinks they should be planted, looking with a critical eye.]

[notsogreatwall]

[ Hands clasped behind her back, she peered over his shoulder at what he was doing. ]